Waywards

choices it�s all about choices
crossroads and forks in the road
Roundabouts giving a chance to relax
Then dizzily go on tip toed
Slipping through woods in dark shadows of moon
Getting bruises to heal in the light
Choice of companion to wend with a boon
And places to rest in the night
loving each moment as if it�s the last
We can dance to the end of the tune
Picking and choosing
Occasionally losing
We�re carefully making our way
Getting closer and closer each day
To rest and rejoice
Not perfect
But choice